It watches the Fae with curiosity. The Fae was looking at the statues left long ago, years actually. They were made by it's old master's dad.
It's master was a young girl, barely older than the age of 10. She loved animals and she had quite the collections of dolls. It was picked up off of the street as a child, cold and frost bitten. It's young master begged to keep it and finally young masters dad relented. They took care of it, even got it 2 different dishes. One for water and one for food. They were almost always full...
One day some shouting ones came, they were waving swords and pulling at the young master. It leap out from under the table and took ones eye, but got stabbed in revenge. It, at that time was still a normal cat. It could not do anything to full grown humans.
The young masters father came home soon after, and managed to calm down the attackers. After talking to the young masters father, he himself turned wild, grabbing things they would need and they started to leave.
Young master tried to get them to bring it with them, calling out it old name, Pip. They refused, said it was going to die soon anyways, and dragged young master away. Pip tried to follow but soon collapsed, making it no further than the door.
It woke up later alone, but it's wounds healed. It gave a roar unlike a normal cat and charged out. Soon spots began to show up over it's body, symbols of 'Wind', 'Fire', Water', 'Earth', 'Light', and 'Dark'. It broke though houses looking for them, leaped over walls, broke through walls, nothing. 5 days later it dragged it's beaten and broken body back to it's young masters house.
Ever since that day it stayed here, never leaving, keeping the house clean, and keeping the scavengers away.
It shakes it's head, breaking out of the flashback. It looks over to the Fae, and turns and walks to a door, it was opened and it lead into the hallway that connected the kitchen and other rooms together. It turns and waits for the Fae to catch up.